She feels warm pressed against me
Walking down Peat Street
Pass the lights of the theater
Before going inside
And her lips whisper gently
Our jokes and our secrets
Over the murmuring crowd
We recite our lines
And the band, it starts playing
I hear her start singing
I know the movement, the scope, and the sound
Only I can't cast a shadow on the red velvet seating
And my mind starts to wander
As she starts to sway and sing
How do you know that it's love?